[Voice Test]

[neverahero]

[This is a Voice Testing post. There a couple of options for how to proceed. You may pick the scenario below that I have set up, or you may create your own. I am up for just about anything as part of this, so don't hesitate to set up your own framework to force me to adapt to it: this is an important part of the exercise.]

Scenario A: Your muse has arrived in a desolate badland, covered in the ruins of a long dead civilization. The winds are harsh and brutal, and the land itself feels dead. There's not much out here... except there are footsteps nearby. Groups of strange looking robots roam the landscape... and they appear to be hunting something. Or someone. And they don't take kindly to people being in restricted areas...

Fortunately, there's someone else around who will give them a hand not too far away. In fact, your character may spot this mysterious red Reploid before the search party does...

Scenario B: Pick your own, which can be as peaceful, dangerous, serious, or as lighthearted as you wish. Setting can be anywhere.

Comments

[pluckyshounenreploid]

[ He almost pouts at that questioning. "How could you not know that?" tends to be an annoying question when you don't even know where you are or how you got there. Hell, even the transport he was using disappeared! ]

Well, for one thing, I haven't been in this area before. [ He peeks back around a rock to see the Pantheons. ] Maybe you can explain why they all look like a friend of mine? Better yet, how long they've been active?

[ Because to him, they look like Mavericks, and as a Hunter of Mavericks, it only helps to stomp them out when you see them, right? And if he's found a new bunch of them, maybe he'll finally have one over his comrades! ]

[neverahero]

[Zero doesn't reply immediately, the pause heavy in the air. A friend of X's... and he didn't know what happened.]

They've been active for several years. And they look that way because they were built in his image.

...but against his ideals.

[pluckyshounenreploid]

[ The pause tells him something's up, and he glances at Zero from the side before slowly turning his head to face him fully. The boy isn't one to hide his emotions, wearing them out on his shoulders instead, and slowly anger begins to build up from his core outward. Someone, somewhere, copied X and perverted his ideals to suit their own purposes. Someone had the unmitigated gall to laugh in the face of one of the greatest heroes in the world.

His trigger fingers itched. ]

Well! If they're just mockeries of a hero, I say it's better to take 'em down now! [ He grins widely and holds his hands on his hips. ] Okay, here's the deal. How about you 'n me go take care of them, since you look like you've handled 'em before? It should be a cinch!

And if I get more of 'em than you, you gotta answer any question I ask without fibbin'.

[ The most prominent question would be who exactly this guy is. He looks like a very specific someone himself, but . . . ]

[neverahero]

[Zero shoots him an icy glare, one that no doubt is a very familiar one, as if everything else wasn't enough.]

This is war, not a game. I'm not interested in keeping score. If you were a friend of his, you shouldn't be either.

[Harsh, yes. But the X he knew wouldn't have approved of that thought. But he peeks around the corner... and noticed the Pantheons are heading their way, with weapons readied. Zero drew the hilt of his Z-Saber from its holster and turned it on. A green beam sword no doubt further made this red reploid look familiar.]

Looks like they're not giving us a choice. Get ready.